[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Does it really matter? There's a mob of undead coming towards you and some maniacal laughing. Clearly you're not in the safest of places.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Magic? [/indent][/center]

Necromancers fight dirty. Summoners had to pull their allies from another plane, spellshapers had to create their allies from naught, and Evokers had to pray to the powers that may be to call forth their friends. But the necromancer has no friends, well maybe a few friends, but certainly not more than a handful. Though what they lacked in friendship they made up for in minions. And unlike the minions of those other there, it was rather hard to kill what was already dead for depending on what spell drives their march, the bones may just pick themselves back up and reform within moments. See? Necromancers fight dirty.

Still a bit groggy, though shaking his head a bit to gaze out at the dim light of the battlefield they found themselves in, three women and a naked orc, a wolf, a horse, and a moose. Oh and now evidently a repitiliod. Count the undead heifer and you almost have a petting zoo. Hard to believe that hours ago Thomas was with another group, a smaller one and perhaps a bit less eccentric. Surely Ntaj realizes that his bits are bouncing around? There were women out there after all, although Thomas doubted Kyra or Sana would find it too vulgar nor would put up with any silliness. Ntaj's nudity aside, the starlight and moonlight had done well to recharge Thomas for the few hours of meditation and he had also taken some time to charge in the sun afternoon, so he ought to have a few spells at the ready, but with fighters on the front line, it may be difficult to exercise fine spell control. Anything within a radius of 3 feet away from the center would be bathed in light should he start spellslinging.

So for now, maybe he could try to identify the spell and effects animating these things, who knows it might prove to be beneficial to know either who or how they were being controlled. After all, cut the strings, and watch the puppets fall. Unless of course these were infused with their own spirit.

Spellbook flipping to a blank page, quill at the ready, Thomas looked like he was more keen on studying these undead than directly fighting them. Although he kept his distance for now, prepared to drop his spells as needed. Both Star and Moon were available, but sadly Thomas was out of phase. Sun phase however may help with these undead, as would it not be impressive to call forth sunlight in the middle of the night? Or more so, use the power of fire to seal them back?